Monday, November 5, 2012

Three Minutes in the Future

Normanday #53: Maybe his trunk is cold.

Write for three minutes about…

…what you saw when you looked into that crystal ball.

Email what you wrote to woof at bright dot net by the end of the day November 11 (put “Norman Wears Argyle Socks On Tuesdays” in the subject line). I’ll post as many of my favorite entries as I want next Monday. Include your first name (or, even better, use a pen name) and age (unless you’re tortoise-old). If you’re a published children’s or young adult writer, include a biography to be posted with your entry.

Here are the entries from last week when I asked you to write for three minutes about…

…the elephant rummaging in your sock drawer.

Bigfoot

The elephant opened the drawers, one by one, searching for…what was it he had been looking for? He couldn’t remember. Was it car keys? No, that wasn’t right. He didn’t have a car. Besides, he’d let his license expire. He had a bad taste in his mouth. Had he remembered to brush his teeth this morning? Maybe he had been looking for a breath mint. No, that didn’t sound right. He closed the drawer stuffed with old receipts, coupons, and birthday cards he kept on hand to send to his friends. There were a lot of those because, unfortunately, he hardly ever remembered to send them, and when he did, he never seemed to have any stamps. Maybe what I’m looking for is in this drawer, he thought. He pulled it open. In it were socks. Purple socks, red ones, socks with tiny daisies, thick wool socks, and cotton, too. The elephant was perplexed. Where did these socks come from? He didn’t remember buying them. He definitely didn’t remember rolling them into neat little balls and lining the drawer with them. Nope. Not a single flash of recognition for any of the socks, not even the pair with zebra stripes. What would he even need socks for? He was an elephant. Uh-oh. These weren’t his socks. These weren’t his drawers. This wasn’t his house. He didn’t live in a house. He was an elephant. Where was he and how did he get here? If only he could remember.

Review Policy

Unless otherwise noted, the books recommended on Bigfoot Reads are either checked out of a public library by one of the cryptids or purchased by Bigfoot.

The dream entries from Briar’s journal contain premonitions of books that will be published in the future. Briar’s dream self foresees the books’ summaries and knows which will likely appeal to each of her friends. Briar always wakes up before she can see whether her friends will enjoy the books.

Bigfoot Reads has a strict policy against recommending any book in which a dog dies.